User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-3474228-20120325153238

Swiftail, the otter, stops in a small clearing to wait for JR to catch up, and then speaks to him. "We're not far from their camp, mate. If we let the ferret get there, the cause is lost. Let's go!" With this, Swiftail takes off again, increasing the pace as he has an arrow to his bow at all times.

Argrim takes ahold of Flynn and steadies the otter as he helps the limping Flynn find his way back to the Abbey. They travel down the path, and Argrim cannot help feeling nervous. "I 'ope Roger an' Swiftail aren't hurt." Flynn nods grimly.